The Trap by Michael Grant Page A

But they weren’t quite insect, either. More like long, thin lobster claws.
    â€œAaah ahha yaarrgh!” the three of them said, more or less in unison.
    â€œWe need some Vargran!” Mack cried.
    â€œLike what?” Jarrah yelled.
    â€œHuh,” Stefan said. “It’s kind of cool the way she can do that.”
    â€œShe’s going to eat us!” Mack yelled at Stefan.
    The dragonfly creature rose from the wall. For a few seconds Mack couldn’t see her. But the drone sound came closer and louder, so loud he could hardly hear his own rasping breath.
    She landed with a surprisingly small thump atop the tower. It barely shook the bricks.
    She had managed what the swelling Lepercons could not do: she’d kept her weight in proportion. That, Mack reflected, was the key to getting really big: you didn’t want the weight going up proportionally.
    But that didn’t mean Risky wasn’t strong. Mack heard a grinding, tearing noise and saw bricks falling outside. Risky was taking the tower apart, brick by brick.
    There were a lot of bricks in the tower.
    But not enough.
    A beam of sunlight shone through a hole in the high, domed ceiling. One big, rainbow-shiny, multifaceted eye stared down at them.
    â€œI can hear your little hearts beating,” Risky said. “Nothing’s tastier than a fresh, frightened heart. Did you know it will keep beating for a while after I tear it from your chest, Mack? I’ll feel it fluttering in my stomach.”
    â€œVargran! We need some like, like, like right now!”
    â€œI-I-I-I,” Jarrah cried. “I can’t think!”
    Bricks fell down through the hole and landed around them.
    Stefan snatched one up and hurled it at the big eyeball. It missed.
    With a ripping sound, the roof of the tower tore free. It lifted like a hinged lid. Then it collapsed and fell down the outside of the tower.
    The tower was now a convertible with the top down.
    Nothing was left to stop Risky. Nothing left but for her to decide who to eat first.
    But suddenly Risky hesitated. Mack could see her creepy half-human, half-insect head snap up. It’s hard to see fear in a face that . . . unusual . . . but Mack definitely heard concern in her voice.
    â€œIt can’t be,” Risky said. “I killed you a millennium ago!”
    The biggest sound Mack had ever heard answered back. A voice so astounding that it was hard even to parse out the words. Which were:
    â€œSo long as the four winds blow, I live! I am Shen LOOOONG! And . . . I LIIIIIVE!”

Chapter Nineteen
    W hen his insides had stopped quivering and his bones had stopped rattling from the sound, Mack turned and looked through the far door of the tower.
    He was used to seeing dragons now. Well, kind of used to it. But this didn’t look like the other dragons.
    Shen Long had a face that seemed almost human. Maybe half dragon, half human. And at first he looked kind of comical, because he was less like a huge snake and more like a huge snake that had swallowed one of those domed telescope observatories.
    His chest and stomach were bulbous, and vast.
    He was sucking in air as if he was trying to get it all for himself. It was like standing in the surf when a wave recedes.
    Xiao suddenly appeared and zoomed into the tower, knocking Mack flat in her hurry. “Down!” she yelled. “Down and hold on for dear life!”
    Mack was already down. Stefan grabbed Jarrah and knocked her flat. The three of them were facedown, and Xiao was already zooming away when Shen Long finished filling his lungs.
    Then, Shen Long exhaled.
    The top three-quarters of the tower might as well have been a kid’s papier-mâché art project. The hurricane, the tornado of wind, blew it away in a single piece.
    Mack looked up in time to see Risky flying backward through the air. Not quite as fast as a bullet, maybe, but very fast.
    She flew, helpless, in a maelstrom of